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[For the best, that. He is very much in brrr-town and was about to let hormones take the wheel.]

[He matches the gentleness, the depth, hands moving up to run though her hair as he nips teasingly at her lips with a soft churr.]

[ a quiet, fond little laugh at the nips, and then a softer, deeper murmur of appreciation that isn't quiet a moan.

she'll nip back, though. gently. each one followed by a softer kiss, or a teasing brush of tongue. ]

[He trills softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. Breath hitching with each nip after the softer teases. His tongue moving to brush over hers, nails lightly scratching at her scalp.]

[ scritches are cheating and she is melting, happily losing herself for a minute or two in these gentler makeouts. or maybe it's three? but hey, who's counting, Korone sure isn't. when she does eventually break the kiss, she doesn't go far at all. ]

Mmm, that feels nice.

[This is definitely a lot nicer. A lot more pleasant. The longer he kisses her, the more the anxiety melts away. The squeamishness and stress of treating an injury of someone he cares about.]

[She's fine. She's safe. He's safe. They're fine.]

[Its easy to let himself get caught up in the feeling so let the relief and pleasant buzz wash over him instead.]

You feel nice. [Murmured hazily, fingers still lightly teasing her scalp.]

[ a little cooing hum as she tips herhead towards his fingers, encouraging. ]

Yeah...? So do you. [ a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. ] Warm and safe. Very, very kissable. [ And biteable, she thinks but doesn't say. ]

[He trills softly as he keeps moving his fingers in slow, careful circles.]

[His face still heats up, but he leans close to nuzzle her cheek.] Definitely like kissing you more than stitching.

[ oh

oh no but the affection, though.

she gently returns the nuzzle ]

Here's hoping the stitching is a one-off. Kisses, though? We can have as many as we want.

[He hums, kissing her cheek between nuzzles.] That sounds a lot nicer, yes. As many as we want.

[ oh no oh nooo she's chirping. and giggling. gigglechirps. ]

Whenever we want, too.

Within reason.

Of course. We can hardly get rid of reason.

Even for science and fun.

[He nips teasingly at her cheek.]

[ lckjfjs ]

It's part of the science bit of science and fun. Patience, methodology, reason. [ And since he's back to sounding more coherent ... ] Are you feeling nippy or are you just trying to make me laugh? [ which, tbf, it's working. ] Because you can, if you are.

True, true, but sometimes you do need to use a bit of instinct and impulse to push the boundaries.

Yes. You have a nice laugh. [Another light nip.] Are you asking me to bite you? [Purred right into her ear.]

Can't argue with that. [ It sure can be nice to escalate. ]

[ Speaking of which. DONNIE. He can feel the way she shivers, the way her breath catches. ]

I.

W-Well.

I am now.

[He chuckles at that and oh, he sounds smug, doesn't he?]

You were the one who asked if I was nippy. How else am I supposed to take that?

I asked because you'd just nipped me. [ grumbles!! bumps her head against his shoulder in the tiniest headbutt. her cheeks are so pink. ]

And you said something, earlier -

It's your fault I'm thinking about it.

And then made an offer when I already was. Sounds like an escalation invitation to me~

[He chirps at the headbutt, scratching lightly just behind her ears.]

I said a lot of things earlier. Do you have an experiment in mind, Chocochi?

[ Now that's an interesting sensation, ticklish but very pleasantly so. She tilts her head into it, the grumbles fading into an appreciative murmur ]

You wondered what would happen if you bit between my wings. And.

And. I'm curious about it, too. And some other stuff, kinda, but I don't think I'm anywhere near ready to try something near my neck.

Shoulders though. One felt good, so would more than one-?

[There is a thoughtful hum, though his fingers still at mention of her neck.]

[He debates between two avenues of conversation.]

There was a reason I asked you to bite my neck. [There is less smug. Something quieter, softer.]

[Because, well, he can guess why she brought up her neck. Its why he avoided it. The scars are quite telling.]

... Yeah. I - didn't know for sure, obviously, but I had a feeling.

Did it help?

[He moves his hands from her hair, reaching to grab her hands and leads them up to the sides of his neck.]

[There are three scars, gashes that really would lead to pretty deadly wounds.]

[There is a shudder when he puts her hands there, but he keeps them there.]

I think so.

I didn't want another damn touch issue.

[ She lets him, keeping her hands steady and relaxed. There's definitely a bit of a shiver though. This is trust. Responsibility. There's a weight to it. ]

[ softly, ]

Thank you for trusting me, Tellochi.

[He nods, pressing his face to her shoulder, forcing his breathing to remain even even as his hands are still.]

So I understand why you're hesitant. And willing to experiment when you're ready.

[ Leans her head gently against his. Her thumb strokes softly against those scars, just once. ]

... Yeah. [ a faint swallow. oof. feelings. big feelings. ] I want to. One day, with you. We can work up to it.

[He shivers at the stroke. He nods, letting out another breath and takes his hands off hers to rest at her sides.]

So.

More present able experiments.

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